Seivarden couldn't help looking at those wiggled fingers, but then made an effort to shift her gaze to Amaya's face while pulling off her own glove completely. She sighed.

"I'm guessing you have sharp things in the kitchen."

Although, considering Amaya, she might have sharp things anywhere, couldn't she?

Crossing the distance between them, Seivarden reached her bare hand out towards Amaya's.

[In my head I had replied to this.]